A friend of mine who works for the government was on a business trip, and checked into a hotel in Washington D.C. in preparation for a meeting at headquarters.
Wanting to ensure he stayed completely on the up-and-up, he remembered to ask about the TV this time, to avoid it appearing on his bill -- which would be examined by government auditors.
"Excuse me," he said to the clerk as he accepted his room key. "I certainly hope the porn channel in my room is disabled."
"No, you sick bastard!" she exclaimed. "It's regular porn!"
Sometimes you have to be really careful how you word things.